Young Gao Ming pouted, reluctantly taking a bite of his meal. "It's all because the food is so tasteless," he complained. "I eat the same thing over and over again. Grandma, I want to go eat at Aunt Gu Zi's house. Her food smells so good, it must be delicious."
Upon hearing this, Grandma Gao realized that her grandson was still thinking about the food at Aunt Gu Zi's house. To be honest, she had also found the aroma of the food enticing at lunch, and she still remembered the delicious smell.
However, she didn't want her grandson to see through her own thoughts. She stood up and sternly said, "You little rascal, you're becoming more and more unruly. The cook works hard to prepare the food, and you're still picky. You deserve a spanking!"
